Then I cast loose my buff coat, each halter let fall,Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all,Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear,Called my Roland his pet name, my horse without peer;Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise bad or good,Til at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. Robert BrowningHow They Brought the News from Ghent.

Gamaun is a dainty steed,Strong, black, and of a noble breed,Full of fire, and full of bone,With all his line of fathers known;Fine his nose, his nostrils thin,But blown abroad by the pride within;His mane is like a river flowing,And his eyes like embers glowingIn the darkness of the night,And his pace as swift as light. Barry CornwallThe Blood Horse.

Morgan!She aint nothing else, and Ive got the papers to prove it.Sired by Chippewa Chief, and twelve hundred dollars wont buy her.Briggs of Turlumne owned her. Did you know Briggs of Turlumne?Busted hisself in White Pine and blew out his brains down in Frisco? Bret HarteChiquita.

Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long,Broad breast, full eye, small head and nostril wide,High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong,Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide:Look, what a horse should have he did not lack,Save a proud rider on so proud a back.Venus and Adonis. L. 295.

Ardua cervix,Argumtumque caput, brevis alvos, obesaque terga,Luxuriatque toris animosum pectus. His neck is high and erect, his head replete with intelligence, his belly short, his back full, and his proud chest swells with hard muscle. VergilGeorgics. III. 79.